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Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Lashunta

Lashunta—specifically lashunta women—are the classic planetary
princesses from pulp novels: almost human (save for their distinctive
antennae), mentally gifted, and as beautiful as their men are brutish.When you want to combine the beauty of elves
with the ruggedness of dwarves…when you want a civilization that rides
dinosaurs one minute and scribes mystical scrolls and uses mind magic the
next…and when you want a PC to lose his or her heart to a doomed love with a
woman from another planet…you turn to the lashunta,

The elven kingdom of
Venderel is in an uproar after the crown princess gives birth to a daughter
with antennae.The uproar becomes a
tumult when the Quartz Palace’s elfgate opens and a lashunta war party rides
through on their drakes as if straight from one of the elves’ old epics,
banners flying and demanding to collect the heir to the Mantis Throne.

Adventurers are
locked in a prison cell with a bestial man whose accent and aspect are
strange.But when the prisoner
telepathically organizes a jailbreak and mage
hands the keys into the adventurers’ palms, they’ll have to decide quickly
whether to trust him…especially when he directs them not out of the prison
complex, but deeper inside it…

When their spidership
crashes, adventurers must find their way across a lush planet.A ratfolk caravan offers assistance, but
charges the adventurers with nursing another refugee back to health.This refugee lashunta is a magistrate’s
daughter.She recently discovered that
the Jadeheart Magisterium has fallen to necromancers, and the lashunta bone
priests hunt her even now on their skeletal steeds.

—Inner Sea Bestiary
25

Another James Sutter creation, lashunta were teased during
the Second Darkness Adventure Path and their homeworld of Castrovel is explored
in Distant Worlds.

If you’re following the news from Baltimore, today was
quiet; fingers crossed for tonight.Continue to refuse to believe anything you hear or read or (especially)
watch on TV unless it’s coming from someone on the ground who knows the
city.I continue to recommend Baltimore’s
own City Paper.

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